Cripes.

WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS AN UNHEALTHY AMOUNT OF WHINING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

This week makes me wonder why I'm out here. Or anywhere. I've been sick since last Thursday and rather than improving, it appears that my condition is getting worse. I haven't been able to sleep the last few days because I cough chronically and all I really want to do is dream. I had been having such nice dreams...
The Raines Family lost Grandma Raines this week. In reality I think everyone knows that she needed to go, but I think death may always come as a shock to us as long as we are still hardwired to survive. The concept of a person being really gone is hard to really comprehend.
I am very glad that my brother is ok. He got in a wreck this week and the car is totaled but he appears to be alright. I know this is such a blessing and doesn't really make sense. To be perfectly honest I am mourning over the loss of my car, though. I love being able to drive.
My best wishes and my prayers are going out to my cousin, Patrick. He is having major surgery on Monday. I am terrified of surgery and I hope that all goes well.
I killed myself over papers this week. I had one due for World Civ and one in my Shoah class. I am so happy they are finished, but I have my main paper due in Historian's craft this week. 10 brilliant pages on how Fidel Castro sees the events of the revolution as seen through one of his speeches in 1990. I know, you are all ecstatic to read it.

I am so tired. Beyond sleep, beyond eating. I just really want to watch the rain.